I don't give out my first name. People threw to much dirt on it so I had to change and make a name for myself. A new identity. A new start. A new me. For a sixteen year old you'd mistake me for twenty. I walk through the halls of my school and get looks from the boys who want me to the ones who just want to fuck. I get looks from the girls who can't stand me and from those who envy. Most of them wait for me to change but they all know. That could never happen. I'm to far gone and I could never turn back.
I walked in to class and sat in a vacant desk in the back next to a dark skinned boy.
"Hey." he says.
"Hi." I replied.
"What's your name?" he says looking at me with wondering eyes.
"You can call me Aaliyah." I say giving him a small smile.
Good morning class I'm Mrs. Frank, your history teacher, a short round woman announces and class began.
